We were in Amsterdam. Amazingly we had been invited to a royal dinner and were dressed for the part. Arriving early we selected a table near the wall near the front, sat down and watched the beautiful people of The Netherlands arrive and mingle. We were content to gaze in wonder.

A few minutes before dinner was to begin there were six empty places at our table. A flourish of trumpets and the queen herself, Queen Beatrice, arrived with her entourage. She glided straight to our table and the empty chairs. She scanned our faces and dress and furtively looked around for escape to a more appropriate, and interesting, table at which to sit.

Then I woke up.

And that's what I'm thinking about.